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Man in her heart’
“I get it,” Anne said, “he knows
you’ve been working Kokoa all the
time, he suspects we're up to some
stunt and thinks he can upset the
applecart by keeping you from rid
ing for us.”
Johnny nodded glumly.
“I’m sorry,”
nothin* I -can
contract, and
says. I tried
tossin' five grand out the window,
’cause Kokoa’s goin’ to win, but he
just laughed.”
“W^ might try -to buy your con
tact from Terry,” Doc suggested.
“How much does he want for it, dp
you. know?”
“It won’t work, Doc. Count made
sure of keepin’ me off’n Kokoa by
takin’ an option on the contract,
He paid $250 more to Terry for
that,”
“You gotta count me out,”
Johnny had a suggestion,
since they had no choice, they
It.
He recommended his pal,
my Harris, also an apprentice, to
take his place.
"Sammy's a smart kid., with a
lotta savvy,” he said. “He ain’t
done so well here, ’cause he’s got
a bum agent and don’t get many
good horses to ride. He’s the only
boy I know you can get who might
turn the trick.”
New Contract
Anne \and Doc held * a hurried
conference, and the girl hustled off
to find Sammy’s agent.
There would be no slip-up this
time, for when she found him and
had looked the boy over, she signed
a definite contract.
Doc immediately put Sammy
work, and with Johnny’s help,
itiated Sammy into the method
operating the trick blinker.
He was far from satisfied after
the boy had taken Kokoa out on
the track and tried the blinker at
the usual place. The horse seem
ed to sense -that there was a stranger
on his back, and reverted to his
roughhouse tactics.
Then his right eye suddenly went
blind*
The old yet was despondently
supervising Kokoa’s cooling out rub
down as Pat came along. When the
newspaperman said he wanted to
ask some questions, he led him to
a chair near the tack room where
they could be comfortable.
“What’s on your mind?”
asked, chewing on a fresh cigar
had given him.
Rusty Engaged
„ “Has Rusty said anything to
about being engaged to Brenda?’
“What?”
his cigar,
"you?”
,“Here’s
the paper. , -
es, and hooked together looks en
ough like a tip for the office to tell
me to break the yarn if I can,
“Carolyne Smith, our society edi
tor, found out that Van Evers has
reserved the bridal suite on the Lur-
line for the day after ‘the Mayfair
Stakes. She knows he’s not going
to' get ^married, so suspects it’s
Brenda. Right on top of that, the
real estate editoi’ comes in with a
yarn that Van Evers has bought
the Tinker ranch out near .Conejo
and has a flock of architects plan
ning a big house.
“It’s a horse ranch, you
3,-0-00 acres or so. What
make of that?”
Doc shrugged.
“Doesn’t that look like
and Rusty are going to get mar
ried?” Pat persisted.
“Maybe it does, but why don't
you ask them?”
“I asked Brenda, -and couldn't
get anything out of her. ‘You’d bet
ter ask Rusty,’ she told me, and
looked very coy.”
“Then why not ask Rusty-”
“I intend to,- although he’ll pro
bably poke me in the nose and -tfell
me it’s none of my business.
“But I thought you .might have
heard something and if I had that
to go on I could make him admit
it’s true.”
“I haven’t heard a word—•
haven’t seen Rusty for two days,
and I doubt if he’d tell me anyway.”
“I’ve got to find out if I can.
Thanks anyway, Doc. Here’s an
other stogie for you.” Pat -started
away but stopped when Burgess
called to Mm,
he said, “but there’s
do. Terry’s got my
I gotta do what he
to tell him he was
They ’walked flowly away to
gether,
“Be darned sure it’s true before
you iprlnt anything, son, will you?
This would be just
many fpr Anne, I’m
true,"
Anne didn’t hear
as she emerged from
where she had "been
accounts,
else,
Pat’s answer
the tack room
going over her
But she heard everything
CHAPTER XXXIII
first time she
that she had
and
took
Sam-
to
in-
of
Doc
P«ut
confessed
cherished
she^ and
the "care-
had been
She glanced quickly at the let
ter, saw something about her fa
ther’s condition and supposed it
was the usual report of -progress.
Then she examined the slip of
paper that had been inside.
Her heart leaped as she recog
nized the sprawling handwriting.
It was a note from Old Tim-—the
first he had written since he had
been in the sanitarium* Eagerly,
she read:
“Dearest Anne: Doc Lee is let
ting me write a few words so you’ll
know how much I’ve improved. I’m
counting on you- in the Stake and I’Jl
be vyaiting for your wire right after
the race, Doc says it’s okay if I
don’t get too excited. It takes an
awf-ul lot to beat us Lauries, and
we’re not licked yet, ’by a long shot.
All my love—
When Anne left the track she ad
mitted she was beaten. The conver
sation between Pat and Doc left her
crushed and she knew that her well
of courage had run dry,
For the
to herself
the hope that somehow
Rusty would get back to
free footing where they
before he went with the Van Evers’
stable.
It was that hope that had kept
hei’ going -during the dark ,hours
when she had lost Moon Jade. The
same hope that had made her re
fuse to admit -defeat with the man
she loved, and kept driving her on
to the almost hopeless task -of get
ting Kokoa in condition for the race.
One Man for Anne
Now she faced the fact of her de
feat squarely and honestly, know
ing that Rusty meant more to her
than any other man in the world.
She’ realized that even while she
had toyed with the idea of accept
ing Pat’s proposal, she hadn’t con
sidered it seriously in her inner
heart,
It was Rusty she wanted.
It was Rusty she saw when she
had closed hei’ eyes as Pat drove
her homeward and they talked about
marriage.
Her dream was
away like a cloud,
Loss of Johnny Rains for the big
race had already crashed the for
lorn chance which had kept lier go
ing, even in the face of the know
ledge that
was worth
gone. Blown
Doc wasn’t convinced it
the effort.
A Letter
she climbed to .her seeWearily
ond floor apartment, fumbled for the
key and unlocked the door,
floor was a letter that' had
thrust in the mail slot.
She glanced idly at it before
ing it on the table.
She .slumped into a chair, a
plete picture of despair and if there
were
tears
best,
good
it up til Count nr his agents stopped
, him.
j The -boy was a hit doubtful, how-
ever, when the plan of riding him
1 that afternoon in a race was broach
ed.
“I don’t know whether I can or
not, he said, “You’ll have to see
Terry.”
“Of course,” Anne answered, 4‘AH
I wanted you to say was that you’d
take a chance on riding the race
for us, even though Kokoa isn’t
completely broken to the blinkers
yet.”
She found the boy's agent Play
ing cards in the commissary, and
told him she wanted to use Johnny
that afternoon.
“It’ll cost you 50 bucks,” he said.
“His price has gone u-p-.”
“I -don’t caye* what it costs, but
I want Johnny, Is it a deal?”
“I gotta see a guy first. I’ll let
you know in an hourj^ Terry ans
wered, “Okay?”
“Okay.”
. Scratch Kokoa
Bqt when -the agent had failed
to come around by eleven o’clock,
Anne went looking for him.
She only had until noon to scratch
Kokoa from the race,
what she intended to
Johnny could be -on his
Terry, however, either
erately hiding out or had been call
ed away fro-mi the track on business,
as neither she nor Doc could locate
■him until shortly after one o’clock.
“How about Johnny?” -Anne de
manded. The agent shook his head.
“You’re outa luck, Miss Laurie.
Count just notified me he
Johnny -on Moon Jade this
noon.”
“But you told me—” Anne
ed, desperately.
(To be Continued)
which was
do unless
hack*
was delib-
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Doc almost swallowed
“You’re kidding, aren't
the dope as I get it at
It came from two sourc-
know—
do you
Brenda-
tears in her eyes, they were the
of a fighter who has done his
only to find that hasn't been
enough.
Fo light and Lost
How long she sat there, she didn’t
know. For the first time in days,
she permitted herself the luxury
of complete relaxation.
She had fought and lost, and
that was that. All the worry in the
world couldn’t change it now.
Anne was suddenly aware of a
flat beaiu of*light shining through
the slanted bars of the Venetian
blinds. A bitter laugh, escaped her
as her eyes followed it across the
room to where it was diffused on
the table -before her.
How silly she had been to think
that her simple little invention, would
succeed -aftei' .her father had tried
every trick he knew to cure Kokoa
of"his fatal lugging out habit.
The beam seemed to centre on the
envelope she had carelessly cast
aside, and arousing herself, She
flipped on the light and picked it
up. ■
. In the upper left hand corner was
the conventional, “Return in five
days to Dr. Lee’s Sanitarium,
Phoenix, Ariz.”
“Probably more bills for extras,”
she thought, and dropped it back
on the .table. Well, they could wait
for a while. Perhaps a shower and
change of clothes and. then a cup
of coffee would -make her feel 'bet
ter.
She put the coffee on, .then took’
her -bath and by the time she had
finished, it was percolating noisily
on the electric stove.
With her kimono wrapped about
her, she poured -a cup of coffee and
sat down to learn the bad news from
Dr. • Lee.
There were no bills after all, just
a typewritten letter and a note,
Which* fell out When she opened it
“Tim”
Tears filled her eyes, overflowed
and ran down hei’ cheeks as she
read tlje note again. She reached
out for her cup-, found the coffee
cold and emptied it.
Then she poured a fresh cup.
It was too hot, but she gulped it
down, and then another one,
“What a fine daughter I’ve turn
ed out to -be,” she exclaimed, pick
ing up Dr. Lee’s letter again, This
time she read it carefully.
He reported Tim had improved
marvelously in the last few days,
no doubt buoyed as the day of the
big race neared.
“He’s counting so strongly on
y-ohr horse winning,” the superin
tendent wrote, “that I hate to think
what might happen if it doesn’t.
But from, your letters I judge you’re
-p-retty confident, so I guess we have
nothing to ^orry about.
“If there should be some slip up,
it would bb best for you to fly here
and tell Tim about it yourself. If
the news came suddenly it might
cause, a very serious set-back.
“I can put him off about the fail
ure of your .telegram to arrive until
you get here.”
Dr. Lee closed by wishing her
the best of luck and congratulating
her on the great fight she had put
up on her father's behalf.
White Lies
“Boy, what a spot the two
them have put me in!” Anne ex
claimed. She had _ deliberately
stretched things in cheerful letters
to hei* father, but she hadn’t realiz
ed that he would take every word as
■gospel.
And now her white lies and eva
sions were about to catch up with
her.
“What in the world am I going to
do?”
She walked the floor, her kimono
streaming behind, until finally its
flapping so annoyed her that she
flung it into a corner and dressed.
While she was -pulling >on her
stockings, an idea struck her—the-
first that seemed to have the slight
est hint of being practical.
“Why not?” she demanded. She
got her car from the garage. and
headed for Doc’s rooming house.
If he approved her plan, she’d
go through with it.
The vet was on the front porch
talking with Kate Murphy when the
girl drove up. In fact they were
so deep in conversation that he
started guiltily when Anne suddenly
called his name.
Doc had been arguing with the
landlady and was inclined to hold her
responsible for the way" the girl’s
romance had backfired.
“I can’t understand it,” Kate had
-been saying. “r never knew the
plan to fail before.
“There must be somethin’ wrong
with the girl.”
Doc was in the midst of a vigor
ous defense when Anne’s voice in
terrupted. He got to his feet and
walked down to .the car.
“What’s on your mind, lass?” he
asked.
Quickly she outlined her plan.
“I believe if we could run Kokoa
in a race onoe with his new blink
ers and with Johnny on his back, it
might -do hi-mf
she explained.
“If he gets
we’ll know he’s
we’ve been trying to drill into
“Then we’ll' have a chance
Saturday when Sammy tides.”
“But Johnny’s signed up
Count?”
“Only foi’ the big race, not for the
trial,”
Burgess pondered the suggestion
for several minutes.
“I think it’s a sound idea, Anne,”
•lie said, at last. “If We can make
Kokoa run straight once, there’s a
good chance that he’s cured,
needs a hard workout and this
will give it to him.”
Her courage returning with
encouragement Doc had givei^.
Anne went home and slept soundly
for the first night in weeks.
Johnny Rains arrived at the
stables shortly after she did the next
morning,
Sammy,
He said
for Anne,
a world of good.
through this test,
finally got the idea
him.
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isters and their wives. “Nothing
Matters Now But Victory” was the
topic‘ of the address given by Rev.
N. J, Woods, of Exeter. The slogan
of the Third Victory Loan campaign
was., chosen to arouse the Canadian
people out of their complacency -and
to remind them that if an all-out
effort is not -put forward by all class
es in the state, the war will be won
by our enemies. We can scarcely
imagine a victory by the Axis powers,
1 What it would mean may -be seen
I in the enslaved peoples of Europe.
Hitler and his gang have inaugur
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a return to the tyranny of former
days.
One of the bases of democracy is
the freedom of speech, freedom to
voice your opinion and to criticize
those whom you have helped to
elect to' positions of authority and in
fluence, Wendel Wilkie, who has
been taken to task for his outspoken
’ words, claimed his right over the
radio the other evening, the right
to criticize even military authorities
in the time of war. Take away this
freedom of speech, which has been
foo-ught at a great sacrifice and be
queathed to us by our forefathers
and you will have a return to dic
tatorship.
The speaker hoped that no one
would, read into the slogan “Nothing
Matters Now Bat Victory” implica
tions that might be there, namely,
that the time has arrived when we
can throw our idealism to the winds
and can use any
come* the enemy,
aim as a nation is
enemies in battle
aims must -be the
a peace that is intelligent, just and
Christian, and therefore will have
a chance of being durable and per-
; manent* Criticism, of the interna
tional traffic in arms in times Of
peace and the permitting by Allied
nations of the rearmament of Ja
pan and Germany was made by the
speaker. It is the duty of the Church
to point out wrongs wherever they
are found and to so inspire men and
women that they will always put
spiritual interests above material.
It was -decided to -make a study
during the coming Winter of the
general
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call for active service in this war
by enlisting with No. 4-0- Company
■of the Veterans’ Guard of Canada.
This unit, with headquarters for
the . present at Stratford Barracks,
is now mobilizing and an intensive
drive for recruits throughout West
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weeks old, it has gained a prestige
that the men will fight
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What it’s all about,
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we are mobilizing
Major R. S. Harrison,
officer commanding the company, in
a recent interview.
Major Harrison is -a typical Great
War veteran. He has been through
the mill. He knows what the men
want and how they want It. In
turn, they give him what he asks—*
a devotion to duty and a helping
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tem with no pressure being exerted
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ing their privileges. The ‘old man’
is popular and every recruit is a
‘young fellow’ with him-—but a vet
eran and a Guard.
“We are sounding the call to
veterans of the last war to again
don the uniform) of the fighting
service and serve their country in
this conflict,” Major Harrison avers.
“This is definitely not a Home
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Army. Recruits sign up to any
where in the world.”
This recruiting campaign in Mili
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minion-wide campaign for the Vet
erans’ Guard, with an objective -of
2,5'00 recruits. At present the
Guard comprises upward of 9,000
men on active service. They are
engaged on coastal defence on the
Atlantic and Pacific coasts, in in
ternment cam-p operations in Can
ada and on overseas duty in various
parts of the Empire. The Corps
now being enlarged to take care
additional duties being assigned
them,.
The Veterans’ Guard is open
men not over 55 years of age
categories A, B and C, Who served
with the armed forces in 1914-18.
There are special opportunities for
tradesmen to obtain advancement
and trades pay.
“Old Soldiers Never Die” is the
refrain being heard in many parts
of Western Ontario as the new Vet
erans’ Guard recruiting drive gets
up steam. The result is that a great
number of Great War veterans are
expected to seize the opportunity
to join this fine company at the
Stratford Barracks in the immediate
future.
ed to Zurich 22 years ago.
husband predeceased her by nine
years. Surviving are seven sons:
John, of Alvinston; Alvin, of JVhite-
law, Alberta; Joseph and Simon,
Hamilton; Adelbert, Hay Township;
Isadore, U.S.N., California; and
Theodore, Zurich; three daughters,
Mrs. T. Mittlehaltz, Zurich; Mrs.
W. Spade, California; Mrs. W. Gil
bert, Detroit; three step-daughters,
Mrs. P. Sarwell, Hay Township;
Mrs. D. Barry, Dunnville; Mrs. C.
Hagen, Seaforth; one brother, John _
Tlartm-an, Seaforth; and 35 grand-"
children. Requiem high mass was
sung -by Rev. Father Lucier- in St.
Boniface Church on Tuesday. In
terment was in the cemetery oppo
site the church.
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■of
to
to
in
to maintain,
the ‘young
yet learned
beneath our
than
not
but
a -desire to help
and that is What
to do,” -declared
M.C., E.D.,
ZURICH WOMAN DIES
AFTER SHORIV ILLNESS
Mrs.* Wendel Smith, native of Hay
Township,
tsth year
days.
Born in
lived there all her life until
died
after
Hay
on Sunday in her
an illness of three
township,she had
she mov-
“You remember Dorothy used to
sing?” I remember, all right!”
“Well, she’s gone abroad to study
singing,” “Where did ’her -old man
get the money to send her abroad?”
“All the neighbors subscribed.”
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